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I’m picturing it now—dim lights, smoky air, me snarking, “This joint’s a petri dish!” Research brain’s buzzing—could study STI rates, mental health stats, economic impacts—goldmine! But also, ew, the sleaze factor? Over 9000. Exaggerating? Maybe. Don’t care. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and brothels too, apparently. They’re everywhere if you squint. Carol’d hate the tacky decor, probs—too classy for velvet curtains.

Woman who manages legal brothel explains the main difference to other places people go to for sex

PROSTITUTION Tenanciere de maison brothel welcoming a new prostitute illustration by G SMIT for Maisons de plaisir Distractions parisiennes by A de BLANQUEFORT Credit .

Down at Rue des Lilas, the vibe is electric. I always stop by near Le Petit Parc. It’s a small green oasis in the middle of urban hustle. I once had a client spill secrets there—crazy story, man! Wow, moments like that stoked my anger sometimes, but also made me laugh. “What do you want me to do...” echoes in my head, like in that flick, A Serious Man. You feel me?

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